# The Freedom to be Thyself. Poem therapy

Margarita Osadchaya

You are holding a book of therapiutical poems. You may read each of them in order of appearence or just by feeling the page where you’ll find a metaphoric message for you, giving the answer to your current situation or question.The book is written for a wide readership, interested in self-understanding, personality and self-identification. Enjoy!

Margarita Osadchaya Illustrator

Radik Ganiev Book cover design

Liliya Osadchaya Assistant editor

© Margarita Osadchaya, 2021

ISBN 978-5-0053-2896-0

Created with Ridero smart publishing system


## About the author

Margarita Osadchaya is a psychologist, tales therapist, art therapist, author of 5 books about creativity, travelling and psychology. Choosing between international and interpersonal relationships, she stopped on the second, understanding that everything begins with a person and only than spreads around whole world.

The author uses complex approach as art-therapy, tales therapy, psychology, cognitive imaginative psychotherapy and body processes which allow to interact with a human soul carefully, leading to the subconscious depth accumulating experience. The author created therapeutic poems aimed to deal easily with avoided and unrecognized emotions.

Margarita uncomplicates hard things and conducts psychotherapy for those who are ready to change.


## Acknowledgments

I would like to express my gratitude to everyone involved in the book launch. The process of writing it took almost 5 years, and you were always by my side – my beloved and dear relatives and friends!

Tatyana Mikhailovna Grabenko, thank you for the contribution to my tales therapy education and guidance in the process of creating fairy-tale stories. I remember how I brought you my poem at one of the training modules, after a two-minute conversation I realized that I was on the right track.

Leonid Zolnikov, I express my gratitude to you for the editorial staff and for the fact that you are always on my side of creativity, although you criticize. Thanks to you, I got to know so many new authors and realized that I am not alone.

I thank my faithful friends and girlfriends, my regular readers and listeners for your patience, presence, for confirming the clarity and correctness of this sometimes ambiguous path.

Thank you, Mom, for day and night adjustments, revisions and new meanings in my work. Dad, thank you for your humor and the confidence in my success. Thank you, godmother, for the emotional feedback, for the positive sides, which you can see even where I cannot.

I thank God and all the angelic council for round-the-clock support and direction. Without my and your faith in co-creation, only “wet asphalt” would have turned out.

Thanks to my mentors and therapists who believe in me and push me to discover my talents, not bury them.

I wanted to write briefly: “I thank my husband and my children. Thanks to you, this book came out 5 years later”(ha-ha), but it was your support, Denis, Taisia and Svyatoslav, and the shared experience that helped me to complete this painstaking work. You are my stars. Denis, thanks for preparing for everything. I’m not afraid of anything anymore!

Thanks to me for the freedom to be myself.


## Foreword

So many words have been said, deeds done, that it is scary to start something of your own. So it was a thought earlier. What if my words do not touch the strings of souls? What if they would? Thousands of words and confirmations, tears of sadness and joy after reading or listening to these verses instilled in me faith and hope that verbal work is useful, that the word can kill and resurrect. And what is more beautiful than creating something new like new feelings, words, movements and human growth? Your every smile or deep breath after reading, each of yours: “how you were on time, how accurately you conveyed my thoughts” – is beautiful and priceless.

Consciously I started writing therapeutic poems in 2013, before that, from the age of 14 there were funny attempts at writing, alas, not saved. Only in snatches it remained in my head: “I am walking along the road, damp and wet asphalt; I am sitting on the quiet balcony, enjoying the dream, oh soon a young holiday will come to us, oh soon the new year will come”. In 2013, I learned to connect to the information field, no matter how strange it sounds. Words began to come, connecting with rhyme, stanzas, and the main flow began in 2016. Every day I asked angels to help me write and new creations were born.

Of course, you can note the difference in my development inside and out during the book, and I would really like you, my friend, to go your way inside of this book and reveal new parts of yourself. I do not pretend to be the truth of the first instance, each has his own truth. Just feel and then reveal yourself. And I am sure that you will understand: much more is available to you than you have imagined … You can read the poems in order or, having tuned in, choose the page that can metaphorically help you and give an answer to your current situation. Feel yourself. Pay attention to what is happening inside. Let changes come into your space. Give yourself a place to healing.

So, my friend, you are holding my and Space’s creation for the soul. Let love be reborn in your wide heart, let the eye rejoice the beauty around, let happiness not keep waiting and sing about peace and love, and your dignity to live here and now, to believe and be yourself.

Good luck!

With love and tenderness,

Margarita


## The beginning

I will begin today, start writing a new page of life,
A brush or pen’s in my hand, I’m ready for this route
And there I’ll type a couple of lines that go straight from inside:
“The Freedom to be thyself – that’s what my life’s about!”

## Angels among us

The autumn blues are crying quietly, because angels do not want to let them in. They’re drinking greedily sea buckthorn tea, talking about goals, writing new plans and believe that it’ll definitely come true. Their wish will come true. The rain is singing its song, the wind is blowing in their faces, the sun is shining a little brighter than usual from behind the grey clouds.

They know that everything has its time. And they’re meeting autumn in a special way, gathering a harvest of fulfilled dreams, right steps and necessary meetings. Sometimes it seems that they have wings, they seem to float, but they always return to the ground. Their path is not the best, just different. They know themselves, hear the inner voice clearly and trust themselves, the world, the space.

Life is unpredictable and amazing, desirable and pure. Each their step makes sense. They don’t want to live differently. They know that a fresh look at things helps to get out of old frames and feel freedom in a new way.

They live among us, someone calls them angels, someone is conscious, someone avoids or criticizes them. But angels just live. They live easily and playfully with an open heart. What if you are one of them?


## Love is the answer

Love is the answer
Surrounding around
Spreads inside and out
And can release the bond

Love is the answer
It leads us to forgive
The strength is growing in it
No pain. You feel relieved.

Love is the answer
That does not sleep at night,
Always hopes for a reason,
Silent when it’s right

Love is the answer
It has created the Earth,
Flowers grow in gardens —
That love who gave them birth

Love is the answer
Its’ knocking is not loud;
Where warmth and sweetness of the day.
There is no fear, blame and proud.

Love is the answer…
Do not expect the fame
You should become the answer
And break the vicious circle of pain.

Love is the answer
It gives us all abundance.
And when you give it easily
It’ll return and surround us.

## Good morning!

Good morning has come
I got up so early,
Sun ray shines so bright,
Says: “It’s time to stop worrying!”

Children laugh happily,
Blanket’s on the floor.
A new day has begun today.
With peace in my heart I’ll go.

I’ve smiled and stretched:
Thank God that we live!
Each day life bestows
Joy, comfort, warmth, a word of belief.

## Do good…

Do good throughout the earth
Be light where darkness is.
Become the truth where’s only lie.
And cleanse the slag with ease.

Find the source of life inside of you
It gushes like the water living river!
Accept your mind, spirit of yours, be true.
Open your access to inside heaven given.

## My angel

An angel gave me a helping hand
Whispered words, hugging tender,
He smiled, looking in my eyes,
And sat so quietly. Well, I surrendered.

He often comes to me, you know:
Today and yesterday, tomorrow…
I didn’t always recognize him, but he was
And every day we are endlessly so close.

My angel is my daughter, son,
And husband, my support’s in God.
My angel, spread your wings and fly!
I am with you, the whole world is ours!

07.05.16

## I am the center of myself

I believe at a wonderful moment —
I will see the sun shining so bright!
It will light me up and erase all wounds,
I will receive an answer to my requests.

Where the silence is, there’s awareness
The place where’s no thought, there I live.
Where the way is open for the universe,
Where the goal is to love the process, there I create.

My words are for inspiration
My words are to melt your heart
There’s no doubt in the souls creation.
I’m here and ready to dive in the life.

I accept a part of myself where’s strength,
Powerlessness comes with the thought “I’m small”.
I choose to listen to my heart and feel all grace.
And I love the whole world!

Everything is one. I am the center of myself.

## How good it is when everyone’s. at home…

How good it is when everyone’s at home
When I go to the nursery at night,
The princess’s sleeping quietly, at the door
The night light’s on: “The dreams are kept alright.”

How good it is when everyone’s at home
My husband will come back from work
So tired but fulfilled along!
Love in his huge heart will come to new life.

“It is so good when everyone’s at home” —
That’s what my mother always says.
I didn’t understand these words,
Until I said to family my “YES!”

## Children are the treasure of the world

Children are the treasure of the world
Who were given for the rise of sprouts.
While they do not know how to describe
The way of their thoughts;

They are not often given the opportunity
To see how much work
It was done by them for their parents.
So that they grow up themselves, come out of pain,
Become softer, more conscious, kinder,
So that they love each other and don’t know grief,
And become peaceful, stronger in spirit, alive.

## I’m making a choice

The moment, please stop!
You have a short term.
Return to the Creator’s arms
And draw a little bliss in you turn.

In rush of life I often notice
That my time flows without me;
I’m leaving, running and I’m crawling
I want to slow down an empty being.

Life was given to me for a miracle or discovery,
The path attracts new knowledge ahead.
Stepping forward, I’m trying to see a new meaning
Not becoming a judge, but feel what’s not read.

It’s time for me to create universes …
Than to glorify idleness, I will be awake
To be here now. I will believe and just live,
I will open the world through the eyes of the space:

You can be different: good or evil, you choose
To direct your eyesight to the enemy or the Father,
Knowing yourself through the mirror and the world
Or come to Jesus Crown.

I live in harmony with nature,
Everything is given, I will direct only a thought:
I choose the path of discovery and freedom;
Plunging into the world, I praise God!

## Appreciate your time

The son is sleeping quietly at breast, without movement,
He flies with angels in his dreams.
His mother’s breathing slowly, watching
Her son smiling, playing in a dream.

Today life flies so fast
Sometimes you don’t have time to turn around
And son grew up already. Look, he’s running to you
And talking about the countries where he wants to come back.

Appreciate breast feeding time!
It passes quickly, you will not catch it.
Mother, take care of the moments of your Path!
Invest yourself in it, no loss, you’ll gain it!

04/20/16

## You are always loved

Morning is coming.
It’s quiet and easy.
The sun’s meeting us.
The heart feels so breezy.

Here in Crimea
It smells fresh
Salt, wind, sea
And vastness.

I met the dawn
Looking out the window
From behind the mountains
I saw the sun blinking.

All colors in the world
Gathered in one
The sky is shining
The soul’s glow began.

The sea whispers softly:
“Come closer to me …”
I will feel it deeply,
It’s merged inside of Thee.

Warm salty water
Met me that day
And carried away
In my own wave

You and I are united
You and me are one
The place of the heart of power —
In the happiness that’s not gone.

I feel the salt on my hot lips
Can’t hide joy no more,
Goodbye pain.
The sea has swallowed my secrets
My heart opened up to love stains

The mountains protect.
The one who’s already lost
Can find a shelter here:
You’re waited the most!

The sea smiled wisely
I waived with gratitude…
The sun winked at me nicely:
“You are always loved!”

09.09.16

## My creativity

My creativity begins to live with me,
My work smells like dawn.
There is a celebration of the love of being, where I write,
Happiness will be the answer where I’m not blind.

I’m not like everyone else, not like you,
I compose poetry and sonnets.
I want to live from me and for myself,